“Who’s that trip-trapping over my bridge?”
The three billygoats prepared to flee.
“There’s a toll!” said the troll.
“Is that all?” said Mother Goat. “How much is it?”
“An arm and a leg,” said the troll. “Or two legs, in your case.”
Now the goats have to drag themselves everywhere.
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “takes a toll.”
Gavin loved Bernie. He’d watched him from birth to death. He was a piece of his mind, an original creation.
He wept when the fifty words ended because he knew none could ever know Bernie properly. Or his Sinophobia. Not in fifty or fifty thousand words.
“What now?” Bernie asked.
Editor: Gavin was late including a bio, but he has an awesome name, in my opinion. And I doubt he’s sinophobic.
Added later: Gavin is a full time student who writes fiction in his free time. One day he hopes to write full time as he fears real work.
“I honestly thought it was a typo,” explained Paul, as he smoothed the rumpled map over the rough planks of the bridge, pointing to the label he had—up until about five minutes ago—assumed to mean “Toll Bridge”.
“Sorry. I can’t read, either,” said the troll, and ate him.
Jeremy Petter is a writer, actor, and editor for LoadingReadyRun, an online sketch comedy troupe with four regular series on The Escapist.